Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1435 1407. The arrest begins

Redania's spymaster, Sigismund Dijkstra, walks the streets of Gos Velen.

The moon was already half full at this time. Except for those wizards who were having extravagant and dissolute banquets until the early morning of the next day, ordinary people should have fallen into a deep sleep by now.

The streets of Gos Velen were silent at night. After all, apart from taverns, brothels and other places, the evening entertainment of this era was really unremarkable.

But Dijkstra wasn't concerned with anything else today.

He had just come from Aretuza, a place more famous and magnificent than the king's court, and his mind was full of doubts.

Why do these northern wizards, who are already so rich and enjoy an independent and lofty political status, still have to accept the money bags of charity from the southern empire? !
Dijkstra was angry, but he was a man who would remain calm and get things done even when he was so angry.

The fat and strong man, with his tight shirt open, walked towards the port where only the flickering oil lamp in the duty room remained.

The guard in the duty room stood up silently, saluted Dijkstra as he walked by, and then sat down again as if nothing had happened.

He boarded a large ship docked at the port and went straight down to the cabin.

As soon as I got down, I could hear the sound of metal colliding lightly in the cabin.

Fifty fully armed soldiers with the Red Eagle of Redania emblem painted on their breastplates made it even more difficult for them to turn around in the already narrow and compact cabin.

It can be seen that they have just put on armor.

Seeing Dijkstra coming down, the soldiers who were originally a little scattered and disorganized all stood up straight.

After taking a quick look, the spy chief handed the key hanging around his neck to the officer and ordered in a deep voice: "Vormir, this is the key to the box in the captain's room. Each of you will get a pair of magic-blocking metal shackles and a magic-blocking metal amulet from it."

"Strike your bows and crossbows, as well as your short swords, halberds, and shields. Get ready! Get ready to work!"

The soldiers nodded quietly, then received their equipment, went up to the deck, and briefly formed a line in the open space at the port where the ship was docked.

During this process, Dijkstra frowned. He stopped the officer who had just distributed the magic-blocking gold equipment and said, "Wait, where are the other people on the ship?"

The Svenling was registered in Novigrad as a cargo ship, capable of carrying fifty soldiers and their equipment.

At the same time, in order to maintain the ship's own navigation capabilities, the number of personnel such as the captain, first mate, seamen, etc. is similar to that of soldiers.

Dijkstra accommodated all the small characters like the ordinary sailors on the ship tonight.

The primary purpose of their action this time was "fast and sudden".

We must set sail from Gos Velen early tomorrow morning, or at noon at the latest.

But people like the captain and the first mate should still be on duty on the ship.

The officer being questioned had a blank look on his face, and when Dijkstra saw his expression, his heart began to sink.

"Didn't they say they had other plans, sir?"

The officer was halfway through his speech when he saw Dijkstra's expression and immediately realized that something was wrong!

But in the end he didn't dare to say anything more, and in the end he could only keep silent.

The spy chief had an ugly and gloomy expression. He looked towards the direction of the workshop area at the base of the city wall in the distance, which was gradually reflecting a red light. He then gritted his teeth and looked towards Aretuza who was standing quietly.

In the end, he waved his hand with a twitch of his lips, indicating that the mission would continue as usual.

He led his soldiers towards Aretuza, ignoring them along the way as they were guarded by the checkpoints that provided security for the wizards' summit.

Dijkstra kept muttering to himself, "Damn it, you're putting people in my hands to do your private work?!"

"No. It's not even certain whether this is a private job or not!"

Dijkstra would not be surprised if it was just someone in Redania who coveted the huge profit from Valyrian steel.

But if they take action at this juncture, it is hard to say whether it is for a little bit of profit or for some bigger agenda.

But no matter what, the arrow has been put on the string and has to be shot. Let's finish the most important thing first, and the rest can be dealt with later! ——
Keira Metz, another royal advisor to the Kingdom of Temeria, cast a light spell that could suspend a ball of cold light wherever the caster wished, and of course, it could also move with the body.

Keira Metz has now changed out of the dress she wore at the previous banquet, which was similar to Sabina's. At that time, she was one of the fourteen sorceresses at the banquet who were wearing gauze dresses that could not cover anything.

But now, she had changed into a gray hunting suit and watched coldly as a group of soldiers were trying to subdue a wizard.

Archmage.

The magical candles in Aretuza's luxurious corridors had gone out, leaving only the cold light above Keira Metz's head.

Alto Terranova, a member of the Guild of Gifts and Crafts, was now being lifted off the ground by two Redanian soldiers. "Handcuff him," the sorceress ordered briefly.

"How dare you torture me?" Alto yelled, "Metz! You are so brave! I am a member of the Wizarding Society!"

Warlocks often refer to the Society of Gifts and Arts as the Coven.

"You used to be. But you won't be anymore soon. You are just an ordinary traitor, and you will be treated as a traitor."

"You filthy whore! Who gave it to you? Ugh!"

Artaud didn't have a chance to utter more curses.

First, a pair of shackles made of blue metal were already hung on his hands.

The close contact of the magic-blocking metal made him suddenly feel like an ordinary person entering a portal. He was so uncomfortable that he had difficulty even standing still.

Second, Keira Metz punched him in the face with a brass knuckles.

Behind them, Geralt, who was wearing only a single piece of clothing and looked like he had just gotten up from the entanglement of bed and was about to pee at night, had a halberd pressed against his chest and he cautiously chose not to move.

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He looked like an obvious 'innocent intruder'.

Keira, who had just dealt with Alto in a swift and decisive manner, became conflicted when faced with Geralt who suddenly broke into the situation.

After she had a few words with a frown with another male mage who came over, it seemed that something urgent had happened somewhere else, so she simply handed Geralt over to the Redanian soldiers, only saying "keep an eye on him", and left in a hurry.

"They're pretty nervous, aren't they?"

Dijkstra, who had chatted with the witcher before at the banquet, commented to Geralt in a relaxed tone.

"It's just inexperience, that's all. Coups and rebellions are like beetroot soup, they taste best when they're cold."

"Dijkstra, this isn't beetroot soup. What is this? What's going on? I have no idea."

Geralt's body was pressed against his chest by the halberd, but he remained motionless, only raising his chin towards the blood that had just been drawn by Alto's punch.

The blood and beet soup are indeed similar in color.

"Before I answer you, you have to answer me first." Dijkstra, who seemed to be helping the wizards, looked at Geralt seriously.

"You were brought in by Yennefer of Vengerberg. Did she ask you to come out now? What is she doing now?"

"No, I just need to go to the bathroom, but I don't want to pee in the flowerpot in the dormitory. Yennefer was very satisfied last night, she is still sleeping. I thought people like you should know everyone's information."

Geralt spoke in a voice that was calm and emotionless, as if the spear tip that was pressed against his chest with only a shirt between them didn't exist.

"I don't understand her! Her stance, her style of doing things, that's why I'm worried, Geralt! Don't you understand?"

Dijkstra pushed aside his men's halberds and spoke to Geralt in a cold voice.

"You fool! The wizards who are loyal to the kings and behave properly didn't even sleep in their beds tonight! They ran around and prepared all night, and only the traitors who were bribed by Nilfgaard were still hiding in their beds!"

"Because those traitors need to gather their strength! Because they will soon launch a rebellion during the meeting! But they don't know that we have already intercepted the intelligence! We are ready!"

"As you can see, they will be dragged out of their beds tonight, shackled with Dimagium, and beaten with brass knuckles!"

"We have to strike first. Those traitors are already dead! If you don't want to die with them, don't play tricks. Tell me! What is Yennefer's position! Has she contacted the southerners? Has she reached a private deal with Viggoforts?"

Geralt listened to Dijkstra's words, which had nothing to hide at this point, and nodded from time to time, but there was still no sign of nervousness in his emotions.

"So, you heard it." Facing Dijkstra's scrutinizing gaze, Geralt looked over his shoulder, toward the darkened corridor, shrugged and said easily, "That's what they said."

The rest of the Redanian soldiers were confused, but Dijkstra, who was close to Geralt's face, turned pale in an instant, almost in the blink of an eye.

A figure that no longer controlled its breathing and footsteps, and therefore stood out in the darkness with its enormous mass and strength, slowly approached them.

"Who?!"

"Don't move! Don't move!"

"bump!!!"

A series of sounds almost crowded together!
The Redanian soldiers' alert questioning, Dijkstra's hurried orders, and finally, that crisp, dull sound!

(End of this chapter)